It’s been a while, I know.
This spring has been exceptionally busy in other parts of my life, and between that, general distraction, and a little creative stuckness, new stories have been slower coming than I’d like.
I’m still working on the continuation of Djinn of the Forgotten Lamp, and I haven’t abandoned it. I’m also wrestling with another story set in the Laurentian Mountains in Quebec, involving a werewolf and the trouble that happens when people are alone in the woods.
Both stories are still alive. I'm just stuck.
In the meantime, I’ve finished something shorter: The Taste of Surrender.
This one is not a big mythic fantasy or a supernatural story. It’s a bedroom piece. Very intimate. Very explicit. I labelled it a stroke story, but what interested me was psychology behind the scene. We've all experienced not being able to ask for something we'd like. This story is about that moment when someone discovers a desire they didn’t quite know how to admit — and then realizes their lover has already seen it.
That’s the pay dirt, really.
So that’s where I’ve been. Busy spring. Stuck on a couple of stories. Distracted by life. And, cranking out a small filthy story to try get unblocked.
Hope you enjoy it.
E